[Wright's] penetrating and ravishingly gorgeous lyrical poems are at once classically philosophical and freshly revealing (Booklist)

Never has Charles Wright's vision been more closely aligned with the work of the ancient Chinese painters and writers who inform his poetry than in his newest collection. Wright's short lyrics, in Charles Simic's words, achieve a level of eloquence where the reader says to himself, if this is not wisdom, I don't know what is (The New York Review of Books). The poems in Buffalo Yoga are pristine examples of the Tennessee poet's deft, painterly touch-crows in a caterwaul are scored like black notes in the bare oak-and his oblique, expansive, and profound interrogation of mortality, as in the title sequence, where the soul is a rhythmical knot. / That form unties. Or reties.